Tork scares involuntary. Her facial expression
leaves no doubt. The fury who scolds her cabin-mate is no-one else but the
duchess. Why didn’t he see this before? Vague he remembers his first impression when he
woke up and which vanished and yet the resemblance is unequivocally. Did she
bewitch him that he only sees it now, or was he tempted and didn’t want to see?
His lip bleeds because he bit it to suppress a scream of surprise.

The roommate bends combative forward and stares
Waja straight in her arrogant face. The others stand aside as if they expect an
attack.

- ‘I know the agreement, but maybe he fucks so
good that you changed your mind. You never told us. How is he?’

- ‘Find out yourself,’ Waja reacts
arrogant. ‘You left it to me to seduce him. You didn’t want. “A man between my legs; I mustn’t even think of it!”
you said. Do you remember?’